SYRE

Syre

A beautiful confusion

The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him

Never quite sure about his placement

Or here he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense

He knew that he had loved and had been loved, but

Had no chronological order to place it

All he knew is that he woke up every day

Bleeding with amnesia and a case of

New memories that he had tendencies to mistake for fiction

So every day he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past

In order to understand his future

She loves him but she eventually kills him

Now, listen, Syre was a mischief with a vision, but

His most poetic trait was his wisdom

His mind was a bright and as pink as the city that he lived in

And the only kids who could live in this bliss were the outcasts

The misfits, those were his companions

Even though they could never understand his

Struggles through these harsh lands

He gave them the upper hand of his emotional tantrums

Syre

Passion, pain and desire just like my big bro

What you didn't know is this young kid's been in limbo

Since that gunshot wound on that hidden road

Lost, broken, invisible

But when that light gets low, he's invincible

So much so that he redefines inevitable

So it'll never go

It seems as though the sun wouldn't set at all

Instead of setting slow

She lied to him and said she'd never let him go

And as the legend goes

Syre lived forever on

And never and forever alone

Syre

You could never end this

I love you

A beautiful confusion

Syre